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A physically challenged cast off girl, a mysterious Greek physician, and a Hollywood party to die for. All come together for a tale of horror, friendship, betrayal, and redemption. The undead Texas Ranger, Sam McCord, travels the world, seeking justice for the murder of a teenage prostitute. The clues he finds takes him to Amsterdam, Jerusalem, and to the hidden catacombs beneath the Vatican itself. Finally, there he must come face to face with his worst nightmare.

Victor Standish, street gypsy living on the haunted streets of the French Quarter, should live in fear. But his is a philosophy of defiance…and love: "No one's life should be rooted in fear. We are born for wonder, for joy, for hope, for love, to marvel at the mystery of existence, to be wounded by the beauty of this world, to seek truth and meaning, to hunger for wisdom, and by our treatment of others to brighten the corner where we are."

If you are desperate enough, terrified enough, there is a jazz club in the French Quarter of New Orleans where you might find help. Might. You might also find Rind, the Angelus of Death, already waiting for you. Meilori's is that kind of club. Its owner, Samuel McCord, is that kind of man. The man with the blood of Death in his veins, who finds some small measure of peace in easing the pains of others, though he cannot ease his own.

Fallen, the last Tuatha de Danann, is in love with a teenage mortal, Blake Adamson. The Last Sidhe cannot bring herself to trust a mortal. But she discovers what happens when you believe your fears over your love: heartache and loss. So Blake finds himself torn between two loves: one Sidhe, the other an alien succubus, Kirika Amaratsu. Fae lust wars with Succubus dreams. A deadly supernatural love triangle. But love, like death, demands its way.

Every city has its secrets. New Orleans more than most. New Orleans is the most haunted city in America where Voodoo was big business, slavery even more so, and no government official or newspaper dares to tell the truth. Into this strange world arrives the street orphan, Victor Standish, from Charon's Greyhound. Charon has to keep up with the times...the End Times. Victor has survived mean streets, but now he must cope with Zombie Love and the haunted French Quarter.

When we think evolution, we think of the life forms we can see. But what if evolution should occur on the microscopic level? What if red blood cells achieved intelligence? Would they be happy at the world in which they find themselves? And if they didn't, what might they do? In this story intelligent blood is starting an offensive against Man. One lone telepath finds himself a helpless spectator as the race of Man is subjugated into mindless drones.

Everyone knows how the world will end. Everyone is wrong. "Sometimes to fight for the Light, you have to do it in the dark." Victor Standish. The trouble with one of the undead loving a mortal is that it always ends...with the death of the mortal. And so Alice Wentworth has lost Victor Standish. Or has she? Is that his shade she keeps seeing at St. Marrok's?

Some dangerous souls lead lives like loaded guns. Captain Samuel McCord is such a man. His nature is that of a poet and a philosopher. His family dying in a Comanche raid right before his eyes changed all that. Violence and death have stalked him since that day. Becoming blood brother to a not fully human Apache shaman changed McCord further.

Once there was an age undreamed where legends walked this Earth...and nightmares, too. Terrible were the battles, tragic the outcome of the wars. Until finally there were only two survivors: the nightmare and one bruised legend. These are the legend’s stories, each one a different facet of the same priceless gem - a jewel that has come to believe herself worthless. So come. Listen to her. Listen to The Last Fae.

Against the backdrop of Katrina's aftermath, an agnostic jazz club owner and his best friend, a haunted priest, engage enemies in the shadows that challenge both their belief systems. But there are two things not in doubt: their deep friendship for one another and the dark threat given license to kill by the absence of the police.

The time has come to listen to echoes from our land... the wisdom and teachings of the mountains, streams, and woods. Their words are simple and their voices are soft. We have not heard them, because we have not taken the time to listen. We have been too busy smothering them in crypts of concrete and steel.

In a land just beyond your mirror lies a realm few discover. It is a magical, dangerous dimension. There lurks your darkest nightmares and your fondest hopes. For nearly two thousand winters there, the seasons have flowed inevitably one into another. Life is as it always has been.

The 2012 Apocalypse happened ... just not in the way anyone expected. How have we not noticed? Simple: civilized man has lost touch with himself. How then can he expect to be in touch with the world he smothers in a crypt of concrete and steel? Only Wolf Howl, a Native American whose spiritual center is still intact, notices the change. But that same spirituality and the power derived from it has made the last Lakota shaman a hunted man.